The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe: Baa Baa BLaCK SHeeP
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Before more could be said, the door opens and in walks a dude Adam has never met before. However he is aware this has to be Shipman's older son. Like Chip, he has the same brown hair, but maybe a little darker. But the nose' and facial features are of those of the Shipmans'. He and his father look the same height, looking almost six feet tall. He has facial hair, a slight, thin line running to the sides of his chin, a goatee rounding it out.
One flaw is strictly pointed out by his father. He coughs to call attention, "Thomas? The tie?"
"Oh right!" Thomas replied, but there was hint of not wanting to be told to fix it, which requires buttoning up the shirt and pulling the under-tab which makes it snug to the collar opening.
Adam did have a quick flashback, wondering if the hairline at the top of Thomas' shirt collar would make him a bear too. But then again, Thomas wasn't as Sam in the body building department. Unlike Sam, he was rather tall and lanky. Adam stood up when Mr. Shipman introduced them. Reaching across the desk, they shook hands.
"Good to meet a friend of my brother," Thomas said to Adam.
"He's a nice person," was all Adam could think of on the spur of the moment, totally conscious of Thomas checking him out.
With hand still attached, Thomas relays to Adam, "And oh by the way, you can call me TJ, short for Thomas James."
Another cough expelled from the elder Shipman's throat, which Adam took as disapproval of Thomas' named abbreviation.
Plus, Shipman followed it up directly with, "Thomas, I'm sure you are aware of Adam's friend's sad news and since this is of short notice, rather than send flowers or making other arrangements to send our condolences, I thought it best you attend the funeral tomorrow."
It didn't come as a request and normally TJ would scoff at something rather dictated, but the mentioning of Adam's friend, he knew it to be Jake. Thinking it was already set in stone, Chip and Adam pairing off, why, he would only be doing his father a favor by catering to Jake's needs in this difficult time for the lad! It was news to him, but rather than give his father the benefit of the doubt he replies, "I'm ahead of you on this one. I thought about it earlier and have already made arrangements." Of course this was all fictitious, but TJ was the type of person who could pull anything off at a moment's notice. Then, addressing Adam, "And if you haven't made any arrangements, I'll have the company limo stop by and pick you up?"
Adam asks, "Is it alright if Sam rides with us?"
"Sam?" Mr. Shipman questions. "Sam Chatterly? What does he have to do with this?"
`Oops!' Adam thought to himself. Was he not supposed to bring this up? Sam hadn't said, but he remembered what Sam did say, so used it to his advantage, "Sam said it would show solidarity with the company." Adding, "Don't you think it was nice of him to support the company in this way?"
"Very," Shipman said it with a smirk. In an unhappy manner he furthers, "You can always count on a friend like Sam."
Breaking in on their conversation, TJ says, "Father, don't you have an appointment downtown in forty minutes?"
He verifies the time on his watch with the laptop, asking Adam, "What time you have there?"
After bending over the desk, looking at the laptop screen, a move which doesn't escape TJ's eyes, Adam reports, "It is... three minutes past noon." He popped up quickly to tell the time, but also caught TJ checking him out, but didn't show it. In fact, it didn't sit with him as unusual because it's like he sensed a pair of eyes scanning him about the whole time TJ was in the office.
"I better get a move on it."
"I'll help Adam get your stuff," TJ says, placing himself in action.
In an undertone, Shipman addresses his son, "At least you're good for something!"
It was meant as a joke, but for some reason Adam thought TJ's father to be serious. After he went back into his office, TJ took him over to a closet.
"Whatever the weather, he takes his trenchcoat with him," TJ smiles at Adam as he pulls his arm up, into a makeshift rack and doubles the coat over it, "and this dorky looking hat," he places it on Adam's head.
"Do I look dorky in it?"
Smiling at him, TJ responds, "You would look sexy in anything, I imagine!"
Taking the hat from his head, Adam replies, "You must have some imagination!"
Closing the closet door, TJ proceeds to reach under the desk. "His attache case is always under here..."
Since TJ was being funny, Adam decided to try his luck at it, "Nice target!"
TJ almost bumped his head on the desk, popping up, case in hand. He came right back with, "I'll drop my pants for you anytime!"
He was a little embarrassed, probably his face showing it, Adam standing there with closed mouth, not knowing what to say. For sure he didn't want TJ to think he was serious, and that's the way TJ seemed, so he said, "I was just kidding you know?"
Glancing to his father's office door, it still closed, TJ renders, "Anytime during the day, if you're feeling a little horny, dial my extension. We can meet in the executive jon. I'll give you one helluva blowjob like you never felt in your whole life!"
Adam laughed, both at the manner in which TJ said it and because of his little secret. He divulged the latter, "That would be easy since I've never had a blowjob!"
"You're fuckin' joking! You're eighteen and you've never been blown?"
Again Adam found this hilarious, the seriousness at which TJ was reacting. "Nope."
"Um, you're really going to make me bonk on this one, but you have jerked off, haven't you?"
"Of course."
Going overboard, TJ asks, "Do you like, cum a lot?"
But he didn't get an answer, his father exiting his office. "Oh, I see you found my things."
Meant to boost TJ's rapport with his father, Adam hands the goods over, saying, "Thanks to Thomas." He knew he would get an extra smile at of Shipman, by not referring to Thomas as `TJ'.
After Shipman leaves, TJ asks, "Have you thought about lunch?"
"Yes," Adam replies, which casts TJ into an unknown look, "my mom packed me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I have it in my locker."
"Peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Ugh! That's for little kiddies in kindergarten!"
Literally taking Adam by the arm, TJ forces him out of the office.
"Where are we going?"
"To get some `real' lunch and you can fill me in on your friend!"
Passing through the lobby, Adam wondered what Sam knew that he didn't when from afar he got the thumbs up! He smiled back. Since it made Sam happy, accompanying grin saying so, he smiled back in return. As they took the first step, Adam started in the direction of the employee's parking lot.
"No. This way," TJ says, tugging Adam's arm.
With just two days on the job, Adam hasn't yet discovered the whole floor plan of the contemporary designed complex of Shipman-inc. TJ leads him behind a row of trees to a secluded area. With the touch of a button on his keychain an electric door slides up. "Wow! You must make good money!" he says when TJ raises his arm and beeps his keychain in the direction of a yellow corvette. "I'm afraid to touch it!"
TJ warns, "Wait till I take the electric sensor field off?"
"You mean I could have been electrocuted and you didn't tell me?"
TJ laughed, going for his door, a sign to Adam there was no such device, nor effect if he had touched it.
Getting inside Adam says, "Funny TJ."
"I thought so. I really had you going you know?"
"If it were Jake he would have touched it!"
"Jake, huh? Tell me about Jake."
Thinking it natural, the whole time they traveled, Adam told about him and his mom settling in the valley as he was about to enter fifth grade. Then, once settled in school, one day him and Jake suddenly came together. "Do you believe in fate, TJ?"
"Fate huh? I don't know. I think I believe everything just happens. Maybe some things happen for a reason."
"My mom is very religious. She ways God either makes things happen or lets things happen."
"What's the difference?" TJ quizzes Adam, stopping for a red light, then tearing up the road when it turns green.
"I asked her once and I'm not sure if I got it straight, but God can do only good, so he does good stuff for people. But when something bad happens he can stop it, but sometimes he lets it happen so it teaches us a lesson, or so we come in contact with another person through our bad experience and they get to know God. I'm still trying to figure it out."
"I think you know what you're talking about, though I can't say it's right for me."
After a half minute of silence, TJ and Adam asked each other a different question at the same time, TJ again wanting more info on Jake.
"You go ahead," TJ tells Adam.
"No. That's okay. What do you want to know?"
"No. Go ahead."
Adam wasn't about to have this shoot back and forth like a tennis match, so questions, "TJ, why is it you and your father don't get along?"
They had pulled into the parking lot of some swanky restaurant, but TJ didn't make a move to exit the car. "You sensed that huh?"
"It was kind of obvious, `Thomas'!"
TJ laughed, first saying, "I like you!" Then filled Adam in, "You've heard of some children in a family where's there's more than one. One does good and the other goes out into the world, screws up royally and for the rest of his life gets branded as being the `black sheep of the family'?"
Wise to the answer, Adam says, "You?"
"You got it!"
"And what did you do to achieve such status?"
"Let's see," TJ says, relaxing in the driver's seat, looking up through the sunroof like he was settling back to tan on a beach, "first it was wrecking the car when I stole it out of the garage at fifteen... I just happened to be drunk..."
"Drunk? When you were fifteen?"
"Yeah. Ain't that a kicker? Anyway, when I was sixteen my father found out I was meeting with some out of towner at the `slut motel' and barged in on us, the guy's cock rockin' the boat, with my ass underneath him..."
"You had sex when you were sixteen with an older guy?"
"Yup."
"How old was he?"
TJ found this comical, like talking with an adolescent, rather than an eighteen year old, rightly an adult. "Probably around thirty-five. I like didn't ask."
"Did the guy know you were sixteen?"
"Not until after my father busted the door in and it's probably why he didn't press charges after my father worked him over."
"That's right. If you were underage he could have been charged with... what is it? Sodomy?"
"Whatever, but the worst part came after he kicked the guy out of the room. It was the first time I ever had him use a belt on me."
"No way. My mom doesn't believe in that stuff. She said one time she had to spank me and felt bad doing it!"
"Well I can tell you, it ain't no picnic! He was so livid he tore it right out of his belt loops and went to work on me. Stupid me, I tried crawling up the bed and it only served to give him a target." Placing his left hand across his chest, over his right shoulder, TJ tells, "I still have a couple of scars from the whipping he gave me."
"So this was the beginning of your hostility between each other?"
"Let's just say it wasn't the last of the whipping. It was his way of dealing with everything I did wrong. He said it would teach me, but know what?"
"What?"
"It didn't."
"What made you come around?"
"Chip."
"Chip?"
"Yeah. Ain't that a kicker? My little brother saves the day!"
Adam asks, "How would that go, Thomas... uh..uh...I mean TJ?"
After laughing his ass off, mainly at Adam's cute expression, like he's done the worst crime of the century, he brushes it off the cuff, "Whatever... so... about Chip..." and in a lower tone, "Chip, the brother who can do-no-wrong..." Picking up the pace, "Y'see, he was playing outside with his friends and had to take a leak. He used the basement jon instead of hiking up to the jon on the second floor. It was almost high school graduation and I was feeling kind of `excited'. The cable Tv guy was there to check out why we weren't getting reception and I kind of lured him down to the basement."
"Uh-huh, and you were what age?" Adam joked.
"I was a horny teenager who was looking for a way to satify my desire to get it on with another guy and get my rocks off. Is that such a crime?"
"I don't know," Adam replies. "I'm a teenager and it hasn't happened to me yet!" Though Adam did some double thinking he might have had a half-reaction to Sam?
Thinking of it as one of his most pleasurable times, TJ tells the story gently, "He was so-o-o-o fine! Dark hair, swimmer's build, nice hairy chest, strip right down the middle of his six-pack abs, treasure trail leading to a fine piece of meat to suck on. Mmmmm, I can still taste his delicious meatballs," TJ's hands making like a chef, forming meatballs in the kitchen, "each one covered with hot fur and then when he drilled my throat... I couldn't wait till it was my ass!"
"So you like hairy guys?" Adam interrupted.
"Yeah, especially if they have a nice hairy ass and oh man did I have a helluva time getting my tongue through his dense jungle to tongue-fuck his hole!"
Adam gulped. "Tongue-what his what?"
Giggling, TJ says, "You have a lot to learn preppy!"
And there he left his story open for another time, taking Adam under the wing of his arm as TJ led him inside the eatery. He still had it on his mind to ask how Chip became the crux in his change from turning from his evil ways.
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"Sam, just what are you trying to pull with Adam Telemann?"
"Oh you startled me, sir?"
"I'm about ready to more than startle you Sam." Then without further explanation, "Find a relief man." And walking away, "Two minutes, Sam."
One track mind and the only thing running through it, the size of the CEO's cock, Sam got on the phone right away. After hanging up with one of his relief men on the security force at Shipman-Inc., Sam stood at the lobby booth, tapping out an unknown rhythm on the podium. Torn between what lay down the hallway from the glass enclosure and the direction his fellow officer would be coming from he mumbles, "C'mon... c'mon..." same time he licked his lips and, where no one could see from behind the desk, he juggled his nuts around. And when he finally spots the dark-haired security officer approach, he leans out of the booth, saying, "C'mon Kafry! I've got to go like, so bad!"
"Sorry Sam. I was...."
"I know.. I know... c'mon. Take over for me for a few minutes," Sam hastily ushered Kafry into the booth. While he hustled away down the hallway, Sam took a couple of turns of his head to look back at the twenty-something, middle-eastern security lad. On his way to `help out' the company CEO, Sam also was plagued with wonder, a feeling he often got, only speculating what lay under the clothing of the new summer hiree for Shipman-Inc. security. A key to every place in the Shipman-Inc. building, except Shipman's office suite, Sam made light work of picking the lock of the exec lounge. What a surprise though as he opened the door, his mouth gaping open. As he stood in the open doorway, he swore, "What the hell?"
Shipman, there with his back against the wall, his pants dropped to his ankles, was already involved in the activity Sam was summoned to engage in. "It's getting kind of breezy in here Sam. You want to close the door?"
Sam did and walked the length, all of six feet, where he looked down upon what he suspected was a Shipman employee, naked from the waist up, pants separated, knees to the tiled floor, sucking away on Shipman's wood. "I haven't seen you before," he addressed the man. "And I see everybody who..."
"Get over it Sam. He's too busy to address you... ohhhhhhhh....."
Standing there, hands on hips, immediately to Sam's dismay was the fact he' was supposed to be in this young guy's place, on his' knees, `him' sucking the boss' hard shaft! "So what department does he work in?"
"Sam, can this-oooooh.... wait?"
"No," Sam said, looking to Alexander for answers.
"He `used' to work....oh fuck that feels hot! For Chez Saviane. Now he-ooooh man! Works for us," Alexander replies, trying to keep his wits about himself, trying to carry on a conversation and dealing with the sweet succulent action between his legs.
On the floor, Sam sees the guy's uniform, a heavy-weight, cotton shirt. He picks it up, looking at the patch on the left shoulder, it reading `Chez Savianne' and then below it, reading it out loud, "Pierre?"
"Satre," Shipman replies, dropping his head back.
Very dissapointed, Sam watches as Shipman's hips begin to sway. "Least you could do is offer to fuck me!"
Only time Pierre pops off from Shipman with a slurp, backhanding the spittle from his mouth to react, "Fuck you man. I made his battering ram hard.. I'll taking it!" And then he went back to work.
"He's right," Shipman replied, a slight smile on his face.
Not ready to call this a `false alarm', Sam's hand migrates to his crotch.
Shipman didn't say a word as Sam stood a few feet away and began stripping. In fact, as he looked upon Sam in his briefs, bulging like a circus tent attraction, it piqued his interest, wondering where Sam was going with this. In the past, it proved worth both their while to fall under the category of `versatile' and it even made things more interesting at this point.
Sensing Shipman thinking beyond Pierre's blowjob, Sam smiled, saying, "You don't think you're the only one who's going to benefit from our new office boy here!"
"I'm getting close boy. Strip off those pants."
"Yes sir!"
Both men loved it, seeing Pierre fall onto his back, raising his lower half as if doing some mat exercises at the gym, only serving the purpose of unbuckling, unzipping and shredding his pants, shucking them and his A&F boy-briefs.
Not the first time Sam and his boss `shared', Alexander asks, "Since I feel I owe ya one Sam, which half do you prefer?"
"Fuck this!" Pierre says adamantly. I'm taking `you' up the ass!" he means Shipman.
Wise to this lad's attitude, Sam replies, "Go ahead and take his ass. I have a feeling this boy and I are going to be real good friends!"
Was Pierre ever sorry! Compared to Sam's monstrous sausage, Shipman's little pepperoni made Pierre's comparison voice his opinion out in the open, "Oh shit!"
Smiling, knowing he's on the verge of `owning' Pierre at least for the summer, Sam says, "I just hope your throat is as wide as your ass, boy!"
Pierre gulped, thinking right away he was about to have his vocal chords stretched!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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